Some say it’s only a stone’s throw away
Into the blinders of a new generation
Where he walked into abyss
And was cut into ribbons
Standing with a wrist in the air
Protected by sanity
Beholding pride and greed
I want him to see himself
And see what he has become
It’s closer than a stone’s throw away
It’s right in front of him
He can see it
But he can’t see himself
You can stop crying
And punch a hole in the wall
To see that he’s crazy
Just like me
I am by no means a saint
But at least I can walk a straight line
And pass a sobriety test
Somewhere new to him
He says he’ll run away
And I don’t give a damn
I only want to see him try
To make it on his own
And I only want to see him function
In a world that makes sense to me
But he’s been blinded by the drink
And I really want to see him bleed
Because that’s what he’s doing to my head
I really want to see him bleed
And he won’t let me
This is the infinitesimal continuum
It never ends
And I really don’t want him to walk away
Without a scar on his face
And I can’t help but smile
When I see him stumble
I’m unable to dream of anything else
He’s gone crazy
And I don’t care what he has to say
Everyone knows about him
He’s in the blinders
Ready to get hit
And it’s less than a stone’s throw away